Thursday, December 29, 2011

I Blame Books

I grew up in California, which may have the least cozy winters known to humankind.  But, I grew up reading Little Women, Little House on the Prairie, Anne of Green Gables, Betsy, Tacy, and Tib - books that romanticize winter in a very convincing way.  Despite my less than positive feelings toward winter, years of re-reading leave me here: a New Yorker conditioned to want nothing more than a wood-burning fireplace and cozy slippers for the duration of winter.

1 comment:

  1. I know. Where's the street vendor selling maple syrup on fresh fallen snow?? That's my gripe.